Ain`t No Nigga lyrics

Artist  : Jay-z 
Song : Ain`t No Nigga



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featuring Foxy Brown

[Jay Z]
I keep it
fresher than the next bitch
no need..for you
to ever sweat the next bitch
..with speed I
make the best bitch see the exit..indeed
you
gotta know your thoroughly respected by me
you
get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
you
gotcha own '96 suh in..the ride
and keep your
ass tighter than Versace thats why
you gotta
watch your friends you got to watch me
they
conniving shit
the first chance to crack the
bank
they try me, all they get is 50 cent
franks
and papayas, from the village to the
tele
time to kill it on your belly no
question
I got more black chicks between my
sheets than Essence
they say sex is a weapon,
so when I shoot
mmet your death in less than 8
seconds
still poundin in my after
life..
laugin my shit is tight
you who
askin right...

Chorus
Aint no nigga
like the one I got
no one can fuck you
betta
sleeps around but he gives me
alot
keeps you in diamonds and
leathers
friends 'ill tell me I should leave
you alone
hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah
ha
tell the freaks to find a man of there
own
(man a they own, man a they
own)

[Jay Z]
Fresh to def in my
skeeno
coach bag lookin half black and
filipino fakin no jacks
got you a beeper to
feel important
surrouding your feet in Joanie
Dega's and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but
love
you know these ho's be makin me
weak
yall knows how it goes 'b and so I
creep
Ive been sinnin since you been playin
wit Barbie and Ken in
you can't change a
players game in the 9th inning
the chrome rim
spinning keeps em grinnin
so I run way the
fuck up in em
and wrinkle the face like
linnin
I play hard-eh till they say
God..
he's keepin it real jigga stay
hard
lawd don't even trip
I never slip,
nigga what you dont see is whatcha get
weapons
concealed what the fuck yall feel
when you
nigga play sick we can all get ill
-whats the
deal-

Chorus

[Jay Z]
Yo, aint no
stoppin this, no lie
promise to stay
monogamous, I try
but love you know these ho's
be makin me weak
yall knows how is goes 'b so I
stay deep

[Foxxy Brown]
What up boo just
keep me laced in the illa snakes
bank rolls and
shit, back rubs in the french tubs
makin this
bitch, wifee nigga
so when you flip that
coke
remember them days you was dead
broke
but now your style and I raised
you
basically made you into a don
flippin
weight..heroin and shit
you know my pussy is
all that
thats why I get bagets 5 carats and
all that
from doshay?????from H Im ringing
bells
so who the playa, I still keep you in
the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up
in the shade reminiscin
on how I fuck the best
a shit
specially when Im flippin
Baileys
dont give a fuck about how you move
with them other mamis
I push disease, eatin
shrimp diamond rocks larger than life
fuck
them Reebok broads, you made it known who your
wife was
I got you frontin in Armani
sweaters
before this rap shit
when you was
in letters and bullshit berattas
and eek
classes with mo in the glasses
shows in Cali
wit all the flavor suede Bally's
now all your
mens' up in your benz's
high post, I swear you
be killin me
playin inside my pubic hairs
I
never worry bout them other chicks
cuz you
proved who was your wiz
when you was spinnin
that bitch
I took a little when you was up
north
your comisary stay pilin
how you
livin large on the island
all them collects
have me vex
but when you come home
knew I
was comin off wit half of dem checks
now we on
the rise
your diamond mami wit the slanted
eyes
holdin this grip cocked the green and the
shit
folks know I see half the dough
make
you wonder a star
pushin hundred thousand
dollar cars

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